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George gently kissed Ringo, holding him close. Ringo’s lips parted, and—
“Hic.”
George jerked away. That wasn’t what he expected to hear.
“Sorry,” Ringo mumbled, covering his mouth. “I guess I—hic—have the—hic—I have the—”
“Shh,” George said, biting back laughter. “It’s perfectly obvious what you have.”
“We can—hic—power through,” Ringo said, leaning in. But as their lips met, he jolted with another hiccup.
George wheezed, clutching Ringo’s shoulder. “You can’t even—hah!—get a sentence out. You honestly thought we could—hic.”
Ringo gasped, and George froze.
“…You gave them to me, you arse!”